I'm Like A Junky Without An Addiction.

I Couldn't Be A Royal. It's Like Living In A Supersonic Goldfish Bowl.

I Always Feel Like I Am On The Dark Side Of The Tracks. I Feel I'm No Good. I Can't Read.

I Don't Want You To Play Me A Riff That's Going To Impress Joe Satriani; Give Me A Riff That Makes A Kid Want To Go Out And Buy A Guitar And Learn To Play.

The Most Unbelievable Thing About My Behaviour Is That I Was Convinced It Was Entirely F**king Normal.

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.